All Chapters of Alpha Prince’s Mute Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elaine’s POV Monday rolled in too fast, dragging me from the haze of my weekend into the harsh light of a new week. I had hoped to spend more time wallowing in the memory of that night, replaying the sensation of coming more than twice in a single encounter—something I had never experienced before. It was as if my body had come alive in ways I hadn't known possible, and now, every nerve seemed to buzz with the memory of Killian's touch.The memory of his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, kept me awake through the nights, and I found myself replaying every detail. The way his breath had hitched when I moaned, the almost feral look in his eyes as he pushed me to the brink again and again, and the raw intensity that had burned between us. Each time I tried to distract myself, his image would invade my thoughts, leaving me restless and yearning for more. As Monday approached, a sense of dread settled in my stomach. The thought of seeing Killian again filled me with a mix of fear an

Elaine’s POV I watched as Killian stormed out of the classroom, his anger palpable, seeming to burn the ground with every step he took. The intensity of his emotions was like a wave crashing over me, making the floor vibrate with tension. His fists were clenched so tightly that I could see the muscles straining under his skin, a testament to the fury he was barely holding in check.It seemed as though the rest of the class was oblivious to the storm that had just passed through. They continued their conversations, laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened. But I felt it. Every fiber of my being was tuned to his anger, the raw power he exuded affecting me deeply.I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he exited the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a force that echoed through the classroom. The lingering tension in the air was almost suffocating, and I struggled to focus on anything else.It was as if I was the only one who could feel the magnitude of his emotions

Killian’s POV Standing outside Elaine’s window, I watched her move around her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like a fucking creep, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about her that drew me in, something that made it impossible to look away. She was changing into her nightclothes, her back turned to me as she slipped out of her clothes. Her bare skin glowed in the dim light of her room, and my wolf stirred within me, a low growl vibrating in my chest. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay in control. The last thing I needed was to shift and alert her to my presence. I had masked my scent well, ensuring she wouldn’t sense me, but the temptation to let go and reveal myself was almost unbearable.She moved with a grace that was both mesmerising and infuriating. As she pulled on a simple nightgown, my eyes followed every curve of her body, my wolf howling in frustration. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to steady my brea

Killian’s POV The next morning, I woke with a steely resolve. Today was the day I would confront the cabinet and make it clear that my family’s murder was a priority. I couldn't afford to let anyone think I was growing soft or distracted—especially not because of Elaine and her ties to Elder Thorne. I dressed in a dark suit that exuded authority and command. My reflection in the mirror showed a man who was ready to take on the world, every bit the alpha king I was meant to be. I straightened my tie, ensuring every detail was perfect, then headed out to the meeting room.The cabinet was already assembled when I arrived. The room was heavy with the scent of polished wood and leather, the air thick with anticipation. Each member of my cabinet was a seasoned leader in their own right, and today, I needed their undivided attention and support."Good morning," I greeted them, my voice calm and authoritative as I took my seat at the head of the long table. "Thank you all for being here. We

Elaine’s POV I couldn't get her out of my mind. Elaine. Her name echoed through my thoughts, an insistent drumbeat that wouldn't cease.I needed her under my custody, and I needed it now. There was a burning itch beneath my skin, a restlessness that no amount of running in the woods could shake. I had to act.With renewed determination, I made my way to my office. The evidence, or lack thereof, was what stood between me and Elaine. I had to find something, anything, that could justify bringing her in. My cabinet had warned me about acting too soon, but they dont understand the urgency I felt, the need to have her close.I started with the files the cabinet had compiled. Reports, surveillance footage, testimonies—anything that mentioned Elaine or her possible connection to my family’s murder. My office became a chaotic mess of papers and files as I poured through them, my frustration growing with each passing hour. There was nothing concrete, just whispers and shadows.I called in f